The Harvard Writer turned 38 yesterday. I called to wish him a happy birthday and we had a lovely conversation that ended like this:
Me: Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful one.
HW: Thank you. Thank you for...for lovin' me.
Me: (Touched and slightly confused) Ummm, no problem.
Then he invited me to a film festival on Friday night, and I said yes. So despite all indicators to the contrary, I am still involved with the Harvard Writer.
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